anti abortion propaganda that tries to like scare you into feeling guilty by reminding you that the fetus has body parts are so funny. "uwu please don't abort me I have eyes at 4 weeks old 🥺" nice try sucker I don't care if you see it coming
I miss when ads were a single click and then they’re gone. Now every ad has a minimum of three phases where you watch a video, exit the still frame of fake gameplay, and then exit the app download. That doesn’t even touch on the ones that forcibly take you to another app after opening a tab in safari without you ever touching the screen.
I hate advertising. I hate that you can’t do anything without companies jumping down your throat with mostly bullshit ads. I hate that billboards exist. I hate that every company unanimously decided to make their ads longer and longer. I hate that ad blockers try to charge you money and there are in app purchases to remove ads. I hate that my attention has become commodified. I hate that there’s nothing I can do about it.
He's pretty when he stays there and does what you two say.
Content Contains: nsfw, sub!Mo Chara, femdom, bdsm, D/s, restraints, sex toys, male bisexuality, bisexual threesomes, polycules, after care.
A/N: Long awaited sub!Mo Chara fic! I can't believe no one's written this before, or maybe they have and I haven't discovered it yet. I hope this will inspire others to write more fics of the Kneecap boys as submissive because Lord knows we need it. Sorry for any incorrect Gaeilge spelling or terms. Feel free to tell me if so. Reader's description is kept vague for inclusivity, but I described her with a hyper-feminine fashion style.
I also have to thank the lovely @phantomofthehoepera for helping and encouraging me to finish this fic after I had trouble 💖 Thank you Elvy! I love you.
Loosely inspired by this nsfw image, and yes, I chose it because it very much looks like Mo Chara. Open at your own risk 🙈
You pulled the knot just a little tighter to the foot of your bed post, then double-checked the other knot on the opposite end to make sure it wouldn't loosen.
Perfect. You straddled him and laid on his chest, your fingertips tracing down his cheek to toy with the pretty collar around his neck. "Does that feel good, baby?"
He answered with a "Yeah," but it was barely comprehensible through your panties shoved in his mouth and a bandana wrapped tight over his lips.
"I didn't say you could speak, baby."
He quickly corrected himself with a nod.
"Good boy." You got up and admired your work of art; Mo Chara was fully undressed on your floor with a fluffy rug underneath him. His wrists were bound above his head to the foot of the bed posts. A silk blindfold tied over his eyes so he wouldn't see anything, making it all the more exciting.
Móglaí hovered over your shoulder and grinned at your handiwork, "Nice work, mo ghrá." His hands settled on your waist as he nuzzled your neck.
"Thank you," You coyly smiled back. "I learned it from the best."
He was shirtless, clad in only his tracksuit pants hanging low on his hips. You stroked his hard-on through his clothes and kissed him with a delighted sigh. His hand rode up your short, lacy slip and groped your ass, coming down to smack it.
A soft whine below you broke your concentration. You both turned your attention to the pretty boy on the floor, the tip of his cock starting to leak with pre-cum.
"Patience sweetheart, don't think we forgot about you."
You kicked off your marabou slipper heels and rubbed his shaft with your nylon covered foot. His breath hitched, hands gripping the cotton rope restraining him to the posts. He softly gasped when Móglaí planted his sole on his chest, light but firm to keep him still.
Móglaí reached down past his waistband and stroked himself while he watched you tease his best friend, your foot sliding up his cock and sack. You could tell Mo Chara was doing his damndest not to buck into your touch. He grit down on your panties and breathed rapidly, the smallest of whines choking in his throat.
It shot exhilaration through your heart, your cunt drooled with slick. Incredible how he made such a cute pet when he behaved as yours and Móglaí's little plaything. You rubbed him faster, adding pressure to the touch with the toes and ball of your foot. He started to cry again, his hips involuntarily twitching to get a closer feel.
"Ah ah, lad," Móglaí pressed further down on his chest to keep him in place. "Be still, buachaill dathúil- or we won't let you cum."
At the threat of that promise, Mo Chara froze. It amused the pair of you just how obedient he became from Móglaí's threat.
Móglaí handed you your pretty riding crop; A long rod with a pink leather heart at the end and matching ribbon tied in a bow right underneath. You stroked Mo Chara's cheek with the crop, then traced over his plush lips, down his neck and pectorals until you reached his crotch. His skin prickled from anticipation as he waited for what you were going to do next.
You gave a few slaps to the side of his ass, then striked his flesh. He jolted in place with a shocked, muffled yelp, his dick tremoring above his abdomen. You smacked him again, harder with each blow. He whined louder in a pathetically higher pitch than what he usually spoke in. Thin streaks of pre-cum dribbled down his thick length, but he wouldn't dare to finish without both of your permission.
"Look at him," Móglaí's breath hitched. "Lad's enjoyin' it."
"He is," You replied with a pleased little hum. "I think he can handle a bit more."
You rubbed the heart tip over the head of his moistened cock. The crop trailed up and down his shaft, then lightly slapped his balls. Mo Chara needily sobbed with each hit you landed on his sensitive skin. Tears seeped through the fabric of the blindfold, his teeth bit harder on his gag. He struggled to keep still—he did not want to cum over himself so early.
You stopped, much to his relief, (and disappointment). Móglaí removed his foot, his lengthy cock strained against his trackies. You slipped your hand down his boxers, watching him lean his head back and groan at your touch.
Mo Chara could picture the look on his friend's face as you were touching him. He desperately wanted to see, perhaps even be touched or touch Móglaí in the same way.
"You think we should give him what he wants?" Móglaí whispered over your lips.
"Mm," You pretended to ponder the thought, but your mind was already made up. "He's been a good boy. I think he deserves a treat... but not just yet."
Móglaí knew exactly what you meant. You raised your arms above your head, he slowly lifted off your slip and let it fall to the floor. In one rough tug, your thumbs hooked in the waistband of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers. He stepped out of them and kicked it next to your dress.
His palms wandered across your gorgeous nude body, his long, hard dick standing upright against his stomach. The only thing you kept on was the dazzling, high-end jewelry your boys gifted you.
You straddled Mo Chara's torso, back turned to him, and gripped the base of his dick. Móglaí delicately kept your hair out of the way as you lapped the tip in teasing little licks. He gripped his own cock, slowly stroking while he witnessed you swallow Mo Chara down to the hilt painfully slow, then switched to suck him. Your nails lightly traced up and down the veins on Mo Chara's hard-on, it throbbed under your touch.
"That's it, love," Móglaí rasped as your tongue swirled over his dick. "Like that..."
Right below you, Mo Chara shivered. Your bare pussy was hovering mere inches above his face. If he lifted his head only a wee bit, he could get a taste-
He stopped himself. If he moved one inch without either of your say so, he'd get cuffed in the corner with a cock ring while the two of you fucked each other's brains out.
Mo Chara gasped when you gently fondled his sack and took him all the way to the back of your throat. Móglaí placed a hand on Mo Chara's right tatted pec and massaged the muscle, making him shriek when he pinched his nipple.
"Arlene naked on a cold day, Arlene and Maggie naked on a cold, wet day..." He mentally repeated until he calmed down enough to not bust in your mouth.
You showed him some mercy for the time being and climbed off him. Leaning in Móglaí's ear, you whispered something. A sly little grin formed on his face. He grabbed something from the bottom dresser drawer.
"Do you wanna fuck me, baby?" Your breath danced over Mo Chara's pouty lips.
He frantically nodded, his chest anxiously heaving with every breath he took in of your lovely fragrance.
"Real bad?" You teased. He nodded again, a mewl trapped in his throat as a wordless plea. You kissed his cheek. "Okay baby, but before I let you do that, I need you to do something for me."
Móglaí settled between his spread legs and hooked his knee over his shoulder. Mo Chara gasped at the two slick fingers sliding deep inside him down to the knuckle. He wanted nothing more than to fuck himself on them when they curled and pressed against his prostate. Móglaí gripped his thigh while he toyed with him. Every weak little sound made his dick grow harder.
You watched the scene with aroused amusement, fingering your seeping, tight cunt. Mo Chara whined again when Móglaí pulled out, then hissed when the sudden emptiness was replaced with a battery operated plug.
Móglaí lowered his leg and planted a peck over his gagged mouth, followed by a light slap to his flushed face. "All yours, a stór." He told you, remote in hand.
You mounted Mo Chara, sliding down to just the tip and excruciatingly sank in and out of him halfway, slow and steady. He clenched his jaw, so badly wanting to thrust into you all the way. By pure willpower, he kept his restraint. He wanted to make both of you proud.
He nearly cried out when you finally sunk down and squeezed your walls tight around him. Móglaí watched with intrigue, rubbing his dick with a tight fist above Mo Chara's face. His pre-cum dripped down on his cheeks. "G'on cailín álainn, give him what he wants."
You picked up speed and easily slipped on and off his cock. Mo Chara groaned at the snug sensation, tightening his fists around the rope. His back arched off the floor, brows furrowing and voice straining with every moan. You tilted back ever so slightly to angle your hips just right and prod his tip against your g-spot. The sounds you made drove both of them crazy.
Móglaí sneakily pressed a button on the remote and vibrated the plug to life. Mo Chara gasped, his hips snapping into you on their own volition. You giggled and came to a halt to make him work for it. He plunged his soaked cock in your pussy with the brutal sounds of skin on skin.
"Mmnn..." He whined. You took pleasure in his helpless little noises. Fingers rubbed over your clit, your head fell back as you made yourself moan and squeeze your own tits.
Móglaí pulled down the gag and removed your panties. Mo Chara took a deep breath of air, not for long when Móglaí gripped his chin and pried open his mouth wide to slip his dick down his throat. Mo Chara swallowed it whole and sucked his entire length even as he pushed deeper and faster.
Such a filthy sight turned you on more than you already were. Your orgasm was getting closer. "You wanna cum, baby?" You asked.
Too caught up in being fucked out of his mind, he almost didn't respond until Móglaí gave him a firm back handed slap. Mo Chara nearly choked on a muffled and frantic "Yes!"
"You're a good boy, aren't you?"
He nodded and did his best to answer "yes" again with his mouth stuffed.
"No, no... good boys have to wait first." You glanced at Móglaí, who himself was on the verge of reaching his climax. With a coy grin, you nodded.
Móglaí gripped the back of Mo Chara's head and shoved himself to the back of his throat, holding him there as he came in heavy waves with raspy groan. He slowed his momentum until he had nothing more to give. Pulling out, a string of thick cum stuck to his lips and dribbled down his chin.
Mo Chara grunted and sputtered to catch his breath. He swallowed whatever was left in his mouth and licked his lips clean. Móglaí dragged his cock over his face, leaving him messy with residue.
"Good, good lad." He praised. Mo Chara exhaled with a pleased noise.
"Oh baby boy," You surprised him with a playful bounce. "Did you forget? You're not finished. Didn't you say you wanted to cum?"
"Y-yes..." Mo Chara shuddered.
"What's that?" Your hand suddenly wrapped around his neck and tightened. "I couldn't hear you."
"Yes!" He begged. His brows were furrowed, a sheen of sweat coated his entire body.
"Fucking louder!" Móglaí growled in his ear and raised the vibration speed several notches.
"Yes, yes! Fuckin' yes- please!"
"Do it then," You ordered. "Cum inside my tight cunt."
His hips stuttered, then came to a halt meeting with yours, filling you deep with his seed and ramming into your g-spot. Just like his helpless expression, the weak and strained whimpers he made was beautiful. His fists tightened, back arching off the floor as he kept cumming. Fireworks flashed behind his lids, he was reduced to nothing but sobs until he finally stopped.
You slipped his cock out, thick and heavy cum sliding down your legs as you sat on the floor. Móglaí slowly undid the knots around his wrists and delicately sat him upright. The blindfold slipped off, he blinked to adjust his vision to the light.
On all fours, Mo Chara crawled towards you—vibrant, glassy blue eyes wide and filled with pure lust while locked with yours. You never broke your gaze when you let your legs fall open and watched him nuzzle and kiss your inner thighs. Móglaí kept a fist in his hair, guiding him with soft, sweet Gaeilge words of encouragement as Mo Chara kissed his way towards your cunt.
“G’on boy, get the job done,” Móglaí whispered. Mo Chara lapped up his own fluids with flicks of his skilled tongue. A soft, delighted sigh escaped your lips. “Yeah, like that. Such a good lad, makin’ her feel good.”
Mo Chara purred at the compliment, delving his tongue deeper in your slit. Tasting himself and his friend's load inside of you made him hard again, even more so when Móglaí slid the plug in and out, hitting his sweet spot every time. It wasn't enough, he wanted to taste you on his tongue, to make you satisfied.
He suckled your clit. Your fingers tangled in his scalp, other hand grabbing on to Móglaí’s arm for leverage. Móglaí fondled your tits, rolling the bud between his index and thumb. Every single nerve in your body sparked with electricity as the walls of your pussy clenched.
"Fuck yes, just like that baby," You muttered, your finger curling around the ring on Mo Chara's collar and tugged him in. "Give me a show, Mo Chara... Give me a good fucking show."
The fingers in his hair pulled harder. You grinded closer until he was smothered, yet, he rapidly ate you out like his life depended on it. Every passionate grunt reverberated across your nether regions. Móglaí pressed the toy further inside him and held it in place.
Oh how lucky you were to have two sweet boys who lived on praise and satisfying you in more ways than one.
At last, your nerves reached their peak and you went slack as you released over Mo Chara's tongue with loud, sexy moans. He eagerly sucked up every sweet drop of you, content little hums in his throat.
You cupped his beautiful face, kissing him all over and called him a good boy as he slouched upright on his knees against Móglaí's chest. Mo Chara's fingers held on to his hair while Móglaí rapidly jerked him off. He kissed and nipped his neck, grinning when the hand on his scalp yanked hard and Mo Chara stiffened in his arms, splattering over his fist.
Mo Chara went limp, well exhuasted and spent. You held him close, his eyes blissfully fluttering closed while the post-coital endorphins sang in his veins better than any drug could do. Your arms wrapped around him, idly stroking his face and hair. At the same time, Móglaí massaged away the faint ligature marks on his wrists.
When Mo Chara finally came down from his high, Móglaí placed kisses on the love bites over his friend's neck, then leaned in to place one on your collarbone.
You lovingly scratched the spot behind Mo Chara's ear and giggled when he nuzzled into the touch like a golden retriever. Móglaí pretended to chomp on your fingers, earning him a playful little smack that he liked a little too much.
A few moments later, the three of you lounged on the bed, lazily passing a blunt until it was nothing but a stub. Your chill playlist played in the background on a low volume.
"How do you feel, sweetheart?" You tenderly traced your thumb over Mo Chara's cheek and ruffled his brunette hair.
Liam pleasantly hummed and leaned closer. "Grand, mo chroí."
"Took quite a beating back there, eh, buachaill maith?" Naoise affectionately patted his round ass.
"Fuck up!" Liam laughed and shoved his shoulder.
They playfully wrestled over the comforter and tangled in the sheets as Naoise snuck in kisses across Liam's face, all the while laughing and smiling like school boys. You giggled at their immaturity and poked their sides with your foot to distract them. It led to Naoise grabbing your ankle and dragging you into the chaos as they ganged up and attacked you with tickles and kisses.
"Fuck, fuck- Knock it off!" You screamed between laughs.
"Make us." Liam teased.
You gently gripped his chin and pulled him in close, your breath tickling over his soft lips. "Don't tempt me." It was your turn to laugh again when he blushed and wiggled out of your hold.
His phone vibrated on the nighstand. He reached over with exhuasted groan and glanced at the notification. "Christ... Daniel's asking if we can have a business meeting tomorrow. What should I say?"
"Tell him next week, I wanna spend time with our favorite lass." Naoise ran his hand up your thigh.
Liam didn't argue. "Sound." He typed up an excuse about needing to visit family and put his phone to the side.
"Aww," You smiled. "I don't think he'll believe it."
"Fuck him, then." Liam joked.
"I'd rather you fuck me instead."
"We can do that," He crawled over, smoothing his palms up your torso and fondling your tits. "I feel like giving you a taste of your own medicine." His dick almost hardened again when he saw you get flustered.
"Hope yous aren't planning on leavin' me out, I might get jealous." Naoise twirled a finger around a strand of your hair and lightly tugged.
"Oh Neesh, don't get too comfortable," You cupped the side of his face and winked. "You'll be tied, gagged and fucked by both of us on this bed soon enough."
He hid his face in the pillows, pushing Liam away when he laughed and gave his crotch a squeeze.
After a brief shower, you watched reruns of a c-list crime show on some random channel with them. It was getting late and you were becoming drowsy.
"Tired?" Liam commented. You nodded, feeling yourself drifting off. "Get some sleep, mo ghrá."
You made yourself comfortable in the sheets. Naoise lifted the comforter up to your shoulders and kissed your cheek. Liam stroked your head until you were relaxed enough to finally sleep between them, safe and sound.
washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes
you must be a dream I mo chara + móglaí bap blurb/hc
you can wrap me 'round your fingеr/ though I'm not that flexible
plot: another story about liam being unable to sleep surprise surprise. mostly mo chara + fem!reader with naoise joining in there. sorry its not a full fic i dont have the brain for it rn
There is no actual, tangible reason why we allow people to starve, to be homeless, to suffer and die needlessly. Food is plentiful. Empty homes are plentiful. Medicine is plentiful. It’s hidden away behind constructs and we pretend those constructs mean something. There is an empty home and a homeless family, give them it. There is a sick child and common medicine to treat it, give it to them. There is a starving person and so much food wasted by corporations or hidden behind a dollar sign, feed them.
i don't care what those tiktok and instagram influencers tell you, have three meals a day!!! have a snack!! have that sweet treat!! have food that makes you feel good!!! especially if you're a woman!! starving yourself to look "desirable" will only make you desirable to people who want you to stay malnourished forever. it's a cycle of misery!!
obviously respect mo chara's decision to avoid social media and most cameras like the plague but it is starting to feel a little bit like celebrity crushing on the fucking mothman every day I have to log on and go absolutely crazy over the latest #raremocharasighting talking abt how he's the cutest in the world etc etc and 99% of the time it's a picture that looks like
yes i know that i'm annoying and high maintenance and clingy and paranoid and unstable and fragile and a crybaby and useless but do you still think i'm pretty
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